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I can see again.... still need a zipper foot!

It does not take much for anyone to get discouraged. Sickness or watching a loved one deal with sickness or coming to the reality of a long time fear. My long time fear is the lost of my sight.


 I have been wearing glasses since 5th grade and have always gotten an annual examination of my eyes for fear of going blind plus I really could not see much at a distance. Even if the teacher put in the first row I still had a hard time seeing.

 First of all I am not going blind, I am just getting older. For most people getting older means reading glasses but for me I need glasses just to see across the room so when the same glasses were no longer useful for reading, sewing, drawing, o the frustration and then the fear of going blind reared it ugly head. I thought about never being able to sew or crochet or draw or paint or etc..... all things creative that define who I am. 

Who would I be without being able to do those things.

 I was already diagnosed with some problems with my retina. Because of the shape of my eyes the vitreous humor ( the gel the fills your eye) has begun to shrink and pull away from the retina. This is the cause of the flashes of light I had started to experience last year. If it feel like there is a curtain blocking my vision I am to go to the emergency room right away. Or if I have a firework show with my eyes close i have to go the the emergency room. I will probably need retina surgery right away or I will lose my sight.

 Before I got the glasses I have now I could not read without taking off my glasses and then I could not see across the room because I took off my glasses. I had turned into the old lady at the drug store trying to read the color on the lipstick container with the basket of toiletries and oversize purse on the floor at her feet with glasses in her hand while she squints and try to read the tube of lipstick.

 You can't see me but i just shuttered. I feel creep out.

 I have my eye examination and got my new prescription and my doctor must has sensed my worry because he assured me that I had pretty healthy eyes well they did not have any disease that could results in blindness. I do have to see an eye specialist for the shrinking vitreous humor but that is also a result of old age and truly is happening to me earlier because my glasses prescription is so strong and the shape of my eye is more like a football and a sphere.


invisible bifocals have made it easier to sew, read, paint, draw and my fears of blindness has subsided for a while.

 I really do not like bifocals I have to hold my head at a certain angle to get the full reading potential out of the glasses and if the print is light and the background is white, WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND THOUGHT THAT MADE SENSE!

 I will be closing out the year catching up on all the sewing orders that I could not do until I had my glasses.

 So far I have hemed 4 pairs of pants, 3 skirts, and takin in 2 dresses, let out 4 dresses and 2 skirts and i have 4 pair of dress pants that neeed zippers replaced and 2 pairs of jeans that need zippers replaced and I now remember I lost my zipper foot when I put my machine in the shop for a tune up.

 You can't see me but I just attempted to pull out my hair. Shaking my head.












I would order some new zipper feet but i thought lost my debit card and reported it lost so they shut it down. Then the next day hubby found the card on the floor of the closet! I have to wait 10 days for the new one.

 So i am laying out fabric for 2 requested dresses and one lace biker jacket which I am so happy that the jacket is for me because I really cannot see anyone waiting for me to get that done anytime soon.

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